Jungle Babe gets Caught Bathing

 

-          By Violator

 

Author’s Note – The following is a highly unrealistic sex fantasy.  Anyone thinking the events herein could be recreated, in whole or in part, should seek professional psychological attention immediately.  All characters re fictitious and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

The villain of this piece was inspired by the titular character in Dark One’s Ms. Americana vs the Director – one of my favorites of his stories.  This version preserves the title and occupation, with slight variation, but is not based on any other aspect of the character. 

Please send any comments or feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.

Hit END for a short summary.

 

 

 

 

A hand reached out and brushed away a frond of verdant green foliage.  Beyond lay a sapphire pool ringed with white sand and lush jungle foliage.  Vines and orchids hung from dense concealing trees, while fern fronds and large colorful yet vaguely vagina-shaped flowers clung close to the shore. 

In the center of the pool there stood the buxom heroine known as Jungle Babe.  She was naked.  The water immersed her up to her thighs.  Above, the swollen curvature of her ample hips, her wasp-like waist, and her enormous boobies were entirely exposed.  Below, the same wonders were reflected like a mirror in the surface of the pool.  She stood with her back to the viewer, so that the epic curvature of her ass was on particularly good display.  Reaching down she splashed some of the crystal clear water up onto herself and then, her naked body wriggling, began to scrub her hands up and down her moist and curvy flesh.  She gasped softly as she cleaned herself, her head rolling and sighing with pleasure.

“Behold,” a husked voice said.  It had a slight German accent.  “The beautiful wild creature known as Jungle Babe, caught bathing.  A marvel of nature – especially her tits and ass – she must perform this ritual regularly in order to keep her magnificent body as pristine as her vain mind would wish.”

Finishing running her moist hands along the sleek and supple flesh of her flat belly, wide round hips, and powerful thighs, Jungle Babe briefly dipped down under the water and then went up on tiptoe.  Her succulent ass lifted up out of the water and, as she squeezed her cheeks, her enormous bubble-shaped buns briefly knocked bouncily together.  Then, scooping up more handfuls of water, Jungle Babe raised them to her breasts.  Her gorgeous head rolling back so that the viewer could see her classically beautiful face in profile, the mighty heroine gasped with pleasure as she began to rub her enormous tits.  Her hands slid delicately up and down her huge jugs, making them sway and bounce heavily… her fingers lingering especially at her tender nipples that, large and erect, tipped the large pink domes of her areolas.

Helmut Herzog, known to his crew and groupies alike simply as Herr Direktor, was one of the most award-winning documentarians in the world.  Now he was applying his steady hand to nature, and what natural wonders, he idly thought as her observed them quiver upon his screen, could be more worthy of filming than the naked charms of a super-heroine?  He sat behind a dense screen of foliage that shielded him from the view of the pond, flanked by hanging vines and leaves – and, as was his wont, by an all-female crew composed of four lovely, shapely co-ed film students.  Herr Herzog himself was a fit and middle-aged German man in khaki pants, a button down shirt, and a bad comb-over.  Three of his pretty assistants sat clustered around the camera, and one knelt gasping by his side – holding both his microphone and her gigantic breasts thrust out before him.  All of the lovely young ladies wore lace-up hiking boots, tight button down tops each with the top few buttons open to let their deep and ample cleavage breathe in the sweltering jungle, pith helmets that hung low over their lovely faces, and teeny tiny pairs of khaki shorts into which their voluptuous hips and extremely round asses had just barely been squeezed.

Gasping softly, one college beauty peered into the eyepiece and slowly zoomed in upon the naked super-heroine’s magnificent body.  A large screen on the other side of the camera replicated her lovely view for the watching Direktor and his other three assistants.  All four ladies squirmed, slightly, gaping at the super-heroine in awe, as latent lesbian lusts exploded into little tingles within their well-rounded young hips.  The Direktor nodded in satisfaction, and motioned the extremely well-endowed girl with the microphone to lean it, and her breasts, closer to him.  She complied, on both counts.

“It is unknown why the super-heroine does this,” his German voice continued, over video of the buxom self-scrubbing jungle beauty.  “It does not aid her performance as a crime fighter.  There are those who speculate that, though she presents herself as a proud warrior and activist, deep down, the voluptuous creature fights simply to ensure that only a suitably virile and dominant male will tame her.  That her regular bathings are to ensure that, when a worthy villain finally conquers her, she is sufficiently beautiful that he is assured to stop and give her the brutal fucking that is, secretly, the reason she became a super-heroine in the first place.”

Upon screen and out in the pond, Jungle Babe whimpered softly.  Her voluptuous hips thrashed back and forth, just above the pure blue waters.  Her hands, having finished scrubbing her breasts, were now held at their tips.  And, as her gorgeous blonde head rolled and gasped with pleasure, her fingers toyed and played with her own large, engorged nipples, helplessly.

“The jungle beauty has been known to fiercely deny this theory,” the Direktor continued.  “But her chosen plumage would appear to corroborate it.”

Turning briefly from the microphone, the Direktor thrust his arm through the foliage immediately to his right.  Just outside the little ring of concealing bushes in which he and his assistants now hid, lay the small bush upon which Jungle Babe, having eagerly stripped off her tiny fur bikini in preparation of her bath, had hung it for safe keeping.  Her huge bra and tiny fur panties hung each from an adjacent little branch right in front of him, swaying slightly in the breeze like dainty leopard-skinned Christmas ornaments.  Reaching out an idle hand, he plucked up the heroine’s enormous bikini top, pulled it back into the concealing copse, and vanished once more from view before Jungle Babe was the wiser.  Leaning forward through his awed young ladies, he held it up and let it dangle in front of the camera.  The huge cups hung loose upon the screen and swayed back and forth directly beside Jungle Babe’s jiggling coke-bottle curves… which, the camera having withdrawn its focus to make the bra sharp, were slightly blurred.

“Behold, the super-heroine’s bra,” the German voice cooed over the footage.  “Enormous, to contain her bountiful natural wonders, yet skimpy.  Why is this, I wonder?”  He withdrew the bra and tossed it dismissively into the weeds.  Reaching back out of the thicket again he plucked away the heroine’s unguarded bikini bottoms and, leaning forward, dangled them before the lens as well.  “And behold, her panties,” his German voice said.  The skimpy fur garment twisted back and forth beside Jungle Babe’s still-obliviously-gasping curves, letting the viewers see both the miniscule thong back and the sleek and swooping front.  “See how their cut draws the eye to her vagina.  The heroine herself would probably say a villain looking there does not see her fist.  But perhaps there is another reason.”

Out in the pool, Jungle Babe moaned softly as her fingers caressed the tips of her erect nipples.  A tiny shudder ran through her luscious body.  The Direktor withdrew Jungle Babe’s panties from before the lens, and the camera girl promptly zoomed back in upon the jiggling super-heroine and brought her sumptuous curves back into sharp focus.  The Direktor, still holding her panties, crouched down into the shadows, as did his lovely assistants, gaping into the screens.

Both out in the pond and clear as day upon the screen, Jungle Babe brought her head down and turned it slowly, scanning the far tree line to make sure no one was in sight.  Then, body jiggling beautifully, she turned around.  One hand still on her breast, the other slowly traced down her lovely flat belly.  Her gorgeous head turned first one way and then the other, making sure no one was watching.  But unfortunately for the gorgeous jungle beauty the one place she didn’t look was directly in front of her – where the camera now lay.

Finally, with a soft sigh, Jungle Babe closed her eyes.  Her naughty fingers slid up between her sculpted thighs and rubbed, gently, over her pussy.  She whimpered, biting her lip.  Then, unable to help herself any longer, she slid a finger inside herself.  Her head fell backwards with a gasp, until all the silently watching camera crew could see was the underside of her sculpted quivering chin.  Her huge breasts, shaking heavily back and forth, and delicately trimmed blonde bush, remained completely on display.

Slowly, the Direktor put the microphone back to his lips, and spoke in hushed tones.

“See how the super-heroine quivers as she plays with herself,” he said, as his camera-girl, squirming languidly and licking her lips, slowly zoomed in.  “Look at the tremble that runs through her fertile body every time her finger touches her clitoris.  Observe how, though she pretends to be a paragon of invincible virtue, she is deep down just another horny slut.”

Her whole body shaking with lust before the unseen film crew, Jungle Babe slowly slid a second finger into her tight, juice-leaking pussy.  She shuddered, and let out a little moan.  Her fingers, slathered in her own juices, began to pump faster.

“Unfortunately, we cannot see into the super-heroine’s head,” he whispered.  “But perhaps, if we listen long enough, she will give us a hint…”

Whimpering, Jungle Babe pushed a third finger into her pussy, spreading her tight quivering lips even wider.  Eyes closed, her gorgeous head whipped from one side to the other, gasping with pleasure.  Her entire body quivered, sending little ripples out from where the blue waters lapped at her curvy muscular thighs.

“Oh… yes…” Jungle Babe cooed.  She paused a moment, lips hanging open and shuddering with awe.  Then, her voice suddenly rose into a wail.  “Oh, yes!  You… you evil STUD!  Fuck me, HARD!!!”  Her jaw dropping and quivering in ecstasy against her shoulder, a tiny yet irresistible and unmistakable orgasm quivered through Jungle Babe’s body.  “T-tame me…” she whimpered, as her three fingers pounded brutally in and out of her straining, leaking pussy.  “F-fill me with seed.  You-you villain… make me YOURS!!!”  The camera zoomed in close upon her pussy, just in time to catch streamers of moisture shooting out between her pumping fingers.  Droplets fell like rain into the water between her wide-spread, shivering thighs.

“And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen,” the Direktor cooed into his microphone.  “Careful documentary film-making has finally revealed what blindly listening to self-serving heroine lies has not.  That within this super-female, as perhaps within all others of her kind, lies a deeply instinctual need to be conquered, sexually, and-“

“What the HELLL?!!” Jungle Babe’s voice suddenly thundered, echoing in a roar over the concealing foliage.

For, as she came down off the crest of her orgasm Jungle Babe, head turning forward and licking her lips, had finally done what she had not done in a great while.  She opened her eyes.  The documentarian and his assistants had chosen their blind well.  They were concealed behind dense foliage and their camera cloaked in deep shadow, nearly invisible.  But, in their haste to reposition after having lucked into footage of the elusive heroine stripping before her bath, they had neglected to black out the tiny red light that shone right next to their shotgun microphone.  It shone like a beacon in the darkness, and Jungle Babe’s eyes latched onto it immediately.  Moments later, widening and quivering in brief disbelieving horror, they made out the shape of the round dark lens that lurked just below amidst the shadows.

“Time to go, girls,” the Direktor said, hastily.  “Let’s get that camera up and…”  But it was far, far too late.

“Whoever you are… I’m going to DESTROY you!” Jungle Babe’s thundering voice raged as, putting two and two together, she charged.  With long leaping strides, the mighty naked heroine surged forward through the thigh-deep pool.  Gouts of water shot up like geysers from around her thick yet shapely thighs each time they plunged down in, one after the other, into the crystal pool.  Seeing her upon the screen growing ever larger, like a bouncing snarling rhino, the pretty assistants gaped, squealed, and tumbled backwards in panic.  In moments the fierce jungle heroine was at the foliage that had screened them from view and appeared above it, her gorgeous head snarling, as she began tearing through vines and branches like a thundering beast.

“YOU!” she bellowed, as her eyes found and immediately latched onto the Direktor… who, besides being the only male and by far the oldest, still had her skimpy trademark panties dangling from his hand.  “I’ll tear you limb from limb!” she promised, in a booming bellow.

“NO!” the star-struck co-eds suddenly screeched.  Despite their terror, the thought of one hair being harmed upon their precious Direktor’s head awoke sudden surges of protective feeling within their slender young bodies.

“Protect the Direktor!” one gasped, shrilly.

As one, the four beautiful young ladies shot to their feet and tried to block her path.  Their luscious short-short-clad asses and long, toned legs interposed themselves between their backward-scrambling boss and the furious, naked super-heroine.  All of the girls were accomplished athletes and in preparation for the expedition they had all received self-defense training, which they had taken to enthusiastically.  As one, their luscious bodies dropped into practiced martial arts stances.

With a kick of her long bear leg and a wrench of her mighty arm, Jungle Babe tore aside the intervening foliage that held her from them.  Small vines strained around her silky buxom flesh before snapping, one by one.  Finally, with one last savage rend of her arm she was through and clear.  Howling like a blood-crazed animal, Jungle Babe promptly charged down upon them, and smashed into the arrayed co-eds like a hurtling ball into a rank of pins.  The co-eds squealed in shock as, despite their training, they were each seized and easily hurled aside before they even knew what happened.  What few strikes they managed to make in the sudden rush were blocked, and they promptly doubled over, gorgeous faces gaping and spraying spittle, as they received brutal counter-blows up into their flat firm bellies. 

It was all over in seconds.  When it was through every last co-ed lay, wiggling and whimpering, ass-end up, in the surrounding foliage.  Jungle Babe panted and glared, legs planted wide, in the space where their squirming short-short-clad bottoms had just been.  She had barely broken a sweat.  The Direktor gulped.  He now lay before her, completely devoid of protection.  He attempted to scramble backwards just a bit further but his back slammed into a tree, leaving him trapped and cornered before the super-heroine. 

Despite her nakedness and indignity, Jungle Babe smirked, slightly, at the terrified male’s predicament.  She took the time to lift up a hand and brush her lustrous blonde hair back into artful position behind her creamy shoulders.  But when her eyes alighted upon him they burned with predatory fury, looking down on him from on high as an eagle might regard a worm.

“Give me one good reason,” Jungle Babe hissed, darkly, “that I should not tear you apart – villain!”  She took a menacing step forward, face rippling with rage.  “Give me another,” she growled, eyes burning down at him “that I should not rip you limb from limb, for what you have tried to do to me today.”  She took another step forward and then, towering over him, spread her legs wide.  “Give me a third,” she snarled, her full and luscious red lips quivering with her fury, “that I shouldn’t bury your pieces in an unmarked grave like the mangy dog that you are!”

Gaping up at her, the Direktor gulped in instinctive terror.  For a moment, uncharacteristically, Herr Herzog was lost for words.  ‘Because you are a super-heroine’ he thought to suggest – but one look at the fury in her face let him know the mighty heroine was beyond such niceties.  ‘Because the authorities…’ he briefly thought, before remembering where he was.  The Mutara was lawless.  Then, swiftly, he got his wits back about him.  Slowly, he smirked.

“I will give you one reason,” the Direktor said.  Reaching down to his pants, he jerked open his fly.  Having long since become fully engorged from watching her bathe, like a jungle serpent creeping from his lair an enormous rock-hard Teutonic schlong slithered up out of his pants to tower, well over a foot in length and with girth to match, from his trousers.  Jungle Babe gasped, and stared at it despite herself.  As her eyes gaped at his veiny beast in momentary disbelief her tongue slid out and she licked her full lips.

For just a second, Jungle Babe gaped down at it in shock.  Then, her lips twisted into a snarl.

“Is… is that really your answer?” she asked.  “I should spare you, because…”  She paused.  She licked her lips.  Her eyes, though still glaring, remained fixed upon it, their lovely blue orbs filled with his veiny girth.  “Because… you have a big…”  She paused, and licked her lips.  “A big, long, thick penis?” she finally asked, eyes quivering with rage as they gazed down upon his huge beast.

“Yes,” the Direktor said.

“I see,” Jungle Babe hissed.

Suddenly, without warning, she dropped to her knees astraddle him.  Her long sleek calves slammed down to the earth, on either side of his.  Her mighty shapely thighs stretched out to either side of him, encaging him between them.  Kneeling astride him, Jungle Babe continued to regard his massive, bloated, twitching penis with fury.  Unabashed, it lolled lazily back and forth, its huge tip just a little bit below and in front of her gigantic breasts.  Then suddenly, equally without warning, Jungle Babe reached out and seized it.

Herzog gasped.  But he could only watch, his body and his cock quivering, as Jungle Babe’s slender cruel fingers wrapped tight around him, just beneath his mammoth swollen head.

“Are you proud of this, villain?” she asked.  Her fingers coiled tight around his immense girth, her long sharp nails pressing painfully into his sensitive flesh.  The Direktor quivered and grunted, gaping down in shock as she squeezed his member.  “Is this your pride and joy?” she asked, derisively.  Slowly, her fingers continuing to squeeze tight around him, she pumped her fist up and down his enormous length.  The German gasped, and quivered, as she did so. He was so thick that her fingers, clutched just beneath his enormous swollen cock-head, could not quite meet around his girth.  “Did you think,” Jungle Babe hissed, fingers clenched and twitching around his member, “that at the sight of this, I would grow weak in the knees and beg to suck your long… your long, thick cock?!”

“Perhaps,” the Direktor said.  “Perhaps not.”  He had difficulty keeping his voice under control, with her delicate yet powerful fingers wrapped around his massive manhood.

“What would you do,” Jungle Babe hissed, eyes glittering, “if I were to rip it off?”  With a face like a little girl abusing her favorite toy, Jungle Babe gave his huge cock another slow, threatening tug.  Clutched tight in her palm, she pulled his immense head so far upward that his huge shaft began to strain around its hairy roots.  The German gritted his teeth, and hissed with a swirling mixture of pleasure and pain.  Then, relaxing her grip, Jungle Babe gave him another few strokes, up and down, teasing him with her complete control of his immense precious unit.

The captured Direktor twitched and shuddered, helplessly, under Jungle Babe’s cruel strokes.  But despite himself, he managed to lift his gaze and glare up at her.  “If you are going to do it, do it,” he told her.  “Do not tease me.”

“Why not?” Jungle Babe purred, smirking.  Relaxing her grip down to a single solitary finger, she traced it tauntingly up and down his immense veiny shaft, from his base all the way up to his tip.  “Why should I show your body mercy?” she cooed, running her finger round and round the spear-head shaped crests of his gargantuan cock-head, “when you showed so little regard for mine?”  Wrapping her fingers back around him, she pulled his immense cock forward and looked down upon it.  A sultry smile upon her gorgeous face, slowly her smirk broadened.  “But you’re in luck,” she cooed.  “I’m not going to rip it off – yet.  First, I’m going to show you what it feels like to be violated.  I’m going to rape you – just like you most assuredly would have raped me had you gotten the chance.”

Slowly, she tilted his huge cock backwards, and tucked it up in between her spread, powerful thighs.

The Direktor gaped up at her in shock.  ‘Yes, yes yes!’ he thought inside, eagerly, as he watched and felt his immense cock slide up to press, light, against the drooling outer lips of her pussy.  His tip nuzzled up between them, slightly, until he could feel her inner folds coating him in fluids.  Yet, having trained in acting as well as directing, he managed to keep the look on his face one of shock and dismay.  “You cannot do this!” he objected, stridently.  “You… you are a super-heroine!”

“Sorry,” Jungle Babe cooed.  Releasing his cock, she raised both hands and rested them on her thighs.  He remained where he was, held by the thick quivering lips of her moist labia.  “But out here all there is predator, and prey.”  She arched her back, and smirked down at his aghast face.  “Are you ready to feel what a powerful woman can really do to you, Herr Direktor?” she asked.

His penis pulsing in delighted anticipation at her entrance, the Direktor still managed to maintain the look of panic upon his face – barely.  “No!” he said, as if in desperation.  “No!  NEIN!!!”

“Too bad!” Jungle Babe cackled.  And, with a powerful downward thrust of her mighty spread thighs, she slammed her buxom hips down onto his cock, impaling herself deep upon his shaft.

The reaction, from both of them, was instantaneous.

“Oh…my… Goddess!!!” Jungle Babe shrieked.  Despite the fact the blow was self-inflicted her head tilted back and, her jaw dropping, her gorgeous face gaped at the sky in disbelieving awe, at the feeling of the monstrous weapon plowing up to deeply impale her swollen, fertile hips.

“Oh!  Mein Gott!!!” the German answered, his own jaw dropping and his whole body quivering as he suddenly felt himself sliding up into the tightest, wettest, and most heavenly pussy it had ever been his privilege, voluntarily or involuntarily, to invade.

“Oh, Goddess of the Jungle… HELP ME!!!” Jungle Babe whimpered as, with great effort, she finally slammer herself all the way onto the German’s penis, impaling herself deep.  Her blonde bush pressed, briefly, to his flesh, and splattered him with eager drooling moisture.  Then, whimpering in awe, she seized two hands upon his chest and, using him for leverage, began to pound her giant jiggling ass as hard and fast as she possibly could up and down his gargantuan schlong.  “Oh!” she whimpered, her head rocking and rolling as she saw to herself, jaw quivering in awe.  “Oh!  God!  So… so deep!”

The Direktor was, briefly, in scarce better condition to offer intelligent comment.  He gaped in wondrous awe up at the sight of her huge titties, squeezed together between her arms, bouncing and quivering ponderously before his face.  But he didn’t have long to enjoy the view.  Moaning and trembling with deep-penetrated lust, Jungle Babe suddenly dropped forward and clung tight to him.  Her huge breasts ended up pressed to his chest, buffing it with their jiggling shapeliness as she squirmed.  Meanwhile, her head tilting down to cradle itself upon his shoulder and shuddering with awe, Jungle Babe continued to furiously bounced her buxomly rounded ass furiously up and down, driving her drooling and taut-spread pussy wildly up and down his mammoth cunt-devastating schlong.

Meanwhile, behind Jungle Babe’s eagerly bouncing haunches, the four co-eds had been left sprawled and whimpering in the bushes… and, within Jungle Babe’s penis-battered brain, long since forgotten.  Slowly, they stirred, their long legs stretching and thrashing within the clinging vines, and they whimpered.  Slowly, one by one, they picked themselves up out of the foliage… and froze, their young mouths tumbling open as they gaped in awe.

As one the four college-beauties sat in a ring and stared, awed, at the sight of oblivious Jungle Babe furiously fucking their boss and leader.  For several seconds they trembled, paralyzed… their eyes glued to the sight of their professor’s gargantuan phallus, pounding viciously in and out of Jungle Babe’s straining, visibly out-matched cunt.  They licked their lips and whimpered, long legs squirming together as, simultaneously, each felt a sudden trickle of moisture inside her taut, bun-hugging short-shorts. 

Gasping softly, the lovely brunette who had been running the camera recovered first.  With trembling hands, she reached down into the foliage… and drew the camera forth.  A tough model designed for this sort of work, it was fully intact.  Silently, her luscious lips quivering with fast yet noiseless breath, the pretty young thing brought the eyepiece round… and quietly resumed filming.

From where he lay under a jiggling sea of moaning, mighty heroine, the Direktor could see his shapely little camera-girl return to her post.  He smirked, slightly… and, within the blonde’s fast-shuttling pussy his huge dick twitched, gleefully, as it finally made its on-screen debut.  Reaching out into the vines near him, he silently retrieved the microphone, and brought it close to his lips.

“And now, a rare treat, viewers,” he cooed into it softly.  “A chance to observe the mating rituals of the real super-heroine, in the wild… and up close!”

Her gorgeous blue eyes half glazed from pounding self-inflicted sex, Jungle Babe’s beautiful head had been trembling obliviously beside his.  But his whispered words cut through the dazed fog that filled her brain like the heroine’s mighty shapely legs normally kicked through villains’ defenses and, blinking wide, she moaned softly.

“S-stop that!” the buxom blonde heroine hissed, through trembling pink lips that nevertheless pulled back into a sultry, haughty snarl.  Pushing back up from him, she once more resumed her position of towering imperiously over him, her coke-bottle curvy torso framed against the sky… and her buxom hips ceasing for not even a single second to pound themselves furiously up and down his mammoth veiny schlong.  “Stop that, this instant!” she snarled down at him, for emphasis.

But the German merely smirked.  He could tell she thought he was merely teasing her… and was unaware, in her dazed and cock-fixated, eagerly-humping state, of what was going on just behind her.  “You do as you are compelled,” he said up to her, glancing significantly down to where her hungry, blonde-bush-framed pussy was just completing another devastating stroke down his penis.  “And I will do as I am compelled.”

Jungle Babe gasped.  Chin lifted high she seethed and, lips peeled back sultrily, growled down at him with threatening pique.  And yet, though her mighty hands quivered beside her bouncing buxom hips, she could not bring herself to bring them down to punish him – to punch him, or tear his microphone away.  There was the slight chance doing so would interrupt the pounding of his penis up into her pussy and, at that exact instant, Jungle Babe could imagine no worse fate in the universe.

“V-very well…” she hissed… her full, luscious lips quivering helplessly, as yet another deep and devastating thrust sunk home.  Hands rising up, helplessly, to her gorgeous face, she squirmed and whimpered in awe, as her tight-stretched pussy continued to slam itself, brutally, up and down his punishing beast.  “Just… just try and be discrete you… you filthy pervert!” she hissed.  Then, gorgeous head sinking back, she closed her eyes and whimpered in helpless awe as her pounding hips quivered with deep-penetrated delight.

The Direktor smirked.  Then, his own body twitching with delight beneath hers, he slowly tilted the microphone back into place and resumed his commentary.  Though, as she requested, he kept his voice just low enough that the sighing, thrashing blonde heroine could barely hear it beneath the sound of her own moans of pleasure… though, pointedly, he also made sure to speak just loud enough that she could hear it, all the same.

“Look how eagerly the super-heroine rams her pussy along her natural conqueror,” he purred… as, obediently, Jungle Babe’s straining and thin-stretched labial lips slammed back down his long and delighted beast to quiver around his base.  Behind the oblivious buxom heroine, the pretty co-ed camera girl, licking her lips in awe, slowly zoomed in for a close-up on the sight.  “Long has she paraded her awesome body before the eyes of men, and insisted that what lies beneath has no desire to be tamed,” he said, his eyes glittering.  “But now, we at last hear the truth.  Told not by her pretty but unfaithful upper lips, but by the lower pair.  Which, though unable to speak, are also unable to lie.”

Squirming in awe upon his deep-buried monster, Jungle Babe whimpered softly.  Hands upon her head, she thrashed back and forth, and moaned.  Her huge breasts, left to their own devices, sloshed and swayed dramatically before the Direktor’s face, to his further smirking and viewing delight.

“Though perhaps now, in her most delicate of conditions, she will admit her true nature.  What do you say my dear?”

Lying back lazily as he enjoyed her furious exertions upon his member, the Direktor smiled, and held up the microphone towards the whimpering beauty’s lips.  Gasping, Jungle Babe turned her eyes down and gazed at it for several seconds, and licked her lips… as if, instead of a microphone in her lustful state she saw instead a second large penis presented just for her.  Then, upon a particularly deep and brutal slam of her voluptuous hips down onto his enormous cock, her head shot back, and, unable to help herself, she provided him some commentary after all.

“Oh, Goddess…” Jungle Babe whimpered into the microphone, lips quivering.  “Oh, you… you beast!  You’re so… so hard… and deep!”

Smirking, the Direktor withdrew the microphone from her sweaty lips back to his own.  “Such deep insights,” he opined.  “Exactly as we expect from a blonde of her mental caliber.”  Above, Jungle Babe whimpered… but continued desperately humping him, her fertile flat belly pounding furiously up and down before his leering face.  Beads of sweat ran down it, glistening softly in her delicately dappled navel.  “Unfortunately for her,” he continued, “such is the super-heroine’s unitary search to be fertilized by a superior penis that it has caused her to betray all other pursuits.  Including her own defenses.  Girls, if you please… NOW!”

For, as the mighty super-heroine had been busy obliviously humping her own brains out upon their boss’s cock and the fourth of their number had been running her tongue around her lips and helplessly getting it all on film, the remaining three members of his co-ed crew had not been idle.  Slowly, looks of eager revenge upon their pretty faces and their scantily-clad bodies slinking with a feline grace that, itself, had caused his immense cock to twitch with delight a few times within Jungle Babe’s furiously slamming pussy, the other three had slowly crept up behind her... and, mindful even then to stay out of the line of the shot, crouched down silently to either side of the unsuspecting, self-pounding heroine.

Now, as one, with delighted sneers upon their gorgeous faces and squealing cries of co-ed vengeance, all three burst from off their sleek and athletic haunches, hands darting forward towards the bouncing blonde heroine’s unsuspecting and undefended body.

 “Wh-what?!” Jungle Babe gasped, head whirling back and forth in wide-eyed shock.

But it was too late for her.  With a loud whoop all three girls seized hold of Jungle Babe’s arms, and yanked them furiously back and down to her sides.  Blue eyes going wide and wild, the mighty heroine squealed, and fought… even as, in mid-struggle, impaled upon him, the Direktor’s triumphant and delightedly-pulsing penis rose and fell delightedly within her slick tight pussy.  Caught by surprise, impaled upon their boss’s cock, she was in no position to resist.  In seconds, her mighty arms had been dragged behind her back.  Snarling with glee to get their revenge, two of the athletic young beauties easily kept Jungle Babe’s trembling arms pinned, while the third leaned in and eagerly slapped a pair of cuffs onto her wrists.

“NOOO!!!” Jungle Babe screamed, as she felt the steel rings slam down, cold and hard, around her.  She struggled, wildly.  But it was too late.  She was held firm.  All her wild thrashings could do was to slam her sleek buxom hips furiously up and down the Direktor’s immense cock.  And, with the way her hips had wrenched forward, this just set his immense cock-head to slamming triumphantly up and down the front wall of her pussy in a way, and with a power, that it had never accomplished before.

Within seconds, Jungle Babe’s jaw dropped, her and her huge breasts surged with a giant draw of breath.  Her eyes spread wide.  As suddenly as her tardy struggles had begun, she attempted to cease them, to hold her body still.  But she could not.  Or rather, she could try to cease struggling, but she could not stop the girls from struggling back.  Try as she might, held in their arms her flat supple belly surged up and down before the Direktor’s grinning face… in the process, sliding his massive penis about within her tight, slickly lubricated channel.  It was, in any case, too late.

“Oh… Oh… OH MY GODDDD!!!” Jungle Babe squealed, her head shooting backwards.  Looking up into a trio of sneering, pretty co-ed faces, Jungle Babe’s gorgeous jaw dropped wide, and her eyes spread wider.   But now, she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to.  Not helped by the struggles of the three girls clinging to her arms, her buxom hips slammed themselves up and down the Direktor’s huge cock of their own accord.

“Oh, my God!” Jungle Babe moaned.  “Oh, my God!  Oh, my GOD!  Oh, GODDESSSSSSSSS!!!!”

And, with an ear-piercing squeal, and an explosion of shining moisture from her cunt, she came.  In the midst of her capture, hips slamming helplessly up and down her foe’s massive invading cock, she came.

“Hahahahaha!” one of the bitch-taming coeds laughed, cruelly, as they realized what was happening.  “Getting captured is making this slut CUM!!!”

“What a super WHORE!” another one sneered.

“She wanted it BAD!” a third laughed, leering eagerly at the ravaged heroine.

Jungle Babe couldn’t help herself.  As the submissive climax rippled through her, her hips, driven by her sleek kneeling thighs, began to slam up and down the Direktor’s massive cock at light speed.

 “No.  No!  NO!!!” Jungle Babe squealed, loudly, as the reality of what had happened to her slowly sank in.  She struggled and fought.  But with her arms bound, she was now helplessly.  Gasping with effort, the young co-eds nevertheless soon laughed with delight, smiling gleefully, as they discovered how easily they were now able to contain the captured super-heroine.  Her arms were held firm, her wiggling huge-breasted torso kept contained, like a caged animal.  The only part of her body that could still move freely were her hips, which, as she struggled, pounded furiously up and down the victorious Direktor’s enormous, triumphantly-twitching penis.

“Ah… yes…” he said, his own voice starting to strain and quiver as he struggled to deal with the enormous pleasure of sex and victory coursing through his heroine-pussy-swaddled member.  “The… the great irony.  The heroine craves two things, both of which she can only have in defeat.  Bound, tamed, she has received one.  Now, to show mercy, I shall give her the other.”

Without any other warning, having laid back lazily and enjoyed her services until then, the Direktor suddenly began to slam his hips up in time to meet Jungle Babe’s.  In mid-struggle, Jungle Babe’s squealing denials suddenly gurgled to a halt, and her jaw and eyes suddenly dropped wide open.  Her distant blue eyes quivered slightly, as she realized what was about to happen.  Yet, she could not help herself.  Held fast by his pretty assistants and able to express herself in no other way, her voluptuous round hips continued to pound down, forcefully, to meet his upward thrusts.  Five times she met him, each driving his gargantuan pussy-ruining penis harder and deeper inside her than ever before.  Each time he sunk home her head sank back, and her gaping lips quivered and gasped in still greater awe.

Finally, on the fifth and last stroke, the Direktor slammed his large penis all the way to the hilt within Jungle Babe and, head rolling back and gasping with pleasure, held it.  “Oh… Yes!  Mein GOTT!  Ja!” he roared as he unleashed a massive geyser of his cum.

“No!  Goddess!  NOO!!!” Jungle Babe squealed.  The camera-girl had come around for a better angle, so as she gaped upwards in disbelief Jungle Babe found herself looking right up into the lens.  Yet she could not help herself.  Even as she felt her enemy’s cum spewing up into the deep interior of her fertile luscious body, the mighty heroine slammed her buxom jiggling hips wildly up and down his spurting cock.  Soon, unable to contain it all, the Direktor’s potent cum had begun to splatter in shooting pearly streamers from her ravaged cunt.  Driven by her own furious pounding, the feeling of conquering sperm invading her, and the pure humiliation of her situation, Jungle Babe could no longer resist.  Held before the merciless cameras her eyes rolled back in her gorgeous blonde head and she came, and came, and came.  Her squeals of pleasure and conquest seemed to shake the earth, and deafened all involved.

Afterwards, exhausted and drained by the intensity of her orgasm, Jungle Babe nearly blacked out.  She let out only the softest of whimpers, followed by a tiny sigh, as the Direktor withdrew his limp cock, covered in her juices and his, from her cum-drooling pussy.  Her mighty buxom body put up not the slightest resistance as he stood up before it.  The co-eds gathered around – the ones not still busy getting every second of the heroine’s defeat on film – and, keeping a set of firm hands upon the fallen blonde’s bare shoulders, congratulated each other eagerly. 

Finally, panting softly, the bedraggled heroine lifted her head and looked up at her foe.  His huge cock, limp and drooling with her juices, came to hang directly before her sweat-drenched face.  Jungle Babe could not help herself.  Licking her lips, she stared at it and, despite all it had put her though, whimpered in awe. 

“Congratulations, Jungle Babe,” the Direktor said, cooing down at her.   One girl, the same exceptionally busty one as before, eagerly held the microphone for him, while her shapely brunette partner filmed.  “You have been captured, both physically and on film, for all time.  Forever after men will know of your true nature.  You are eternally naked.  Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Jungle Babe breathed deep, still catching her breath – her huge bare breasts sloshing and jiggling delicately before him in the process.  Then, slowly, she lifted her head and looked him in the eye.

“Yes,” she whispered.  How… how did you get me to admit my lusts so easily?” Jungle Babe asked.  A quiver ran through her voluptuous fertile hips, as his cum poured from her ravaged pussy.  “Normally… normally I keep them hidden much better than that.”

“Oh, that?” the Direktor said, waving a dismissive hand.  “We come from show business.  We had chemical assistance, of course.”

Reaching under a nearby concealing branch, he exposed a knapsack that had been hidden there.  Reaching inside, from its depths he drew a large plastic bottle, inside of which sloshed a pure blue fluid.  He held it up before her.  Jungle Babe gaped up at the bottle in horror, her jaw dropping and her blush deepening as she read the label.

The top of the label proudly announced it had been manufactured by Pervo Industries Ltd.  Beneath, in large print, was written ‘Fast-Acting Aphrodesiac’ and below that, in smaller letters, ‘Special Aphrodite Gene Formula!’  Below that, in even smaller letters, was written the promise:  ‘Guaranteed to moisten the pussy of any super-heroine or your money back!’  All the text on the label was superimposed around the silhouette of a buxom naked woman who, standing in profile with her huge breasts and sculpted ass on display, had her wrists shackled together behind her back.  A length of chain extended from them to a clutching male hand.  Her gorgeous head, lifted high, had its lips parted… and did not appear to be resisting her captor in the slightest.

Jungle Babe stared at the bottle in disbelief, her lips quivering.  Only one third of the pussy-moistening liquid was still swirling inside.  The other two thirds, she knew instinctively, were out in the crystal blue pond… from where the insidious toxin had seeped in through her own defenseless drooling pussy and silky alabaster skin to infect the lusciously rounded and unsuspecting curves of her supple body.

“Of course,” the Direktor cooed, “chemicals of this sort merely lower a heroine’s inhibitions.  They cannot make her do anything she did not already want to do.”  His smirk broadened.  “Can they, slut?”

Jungle Babe squirmed and sighed, and then slowly hung her head.  She shook her head.  She was well aware she was on camera.  Yet, with the ghost of his deep pounding thrusts still tingling inside her conquered pussy she could not help but tell him the truth.  “No,” she admitted, softly.

Then, reaching out her luscious head, Jungle Babe delicately wrapped her gorgeous lips around the tip of the Direktor’s cock and delivered to it a long, worshipful, and lingering kiss.  At the Direktor’s gesture, the busty girl with the microphone held it low, beside Jungle Babe’s quivering lips, to make sure it got the full sound of her slurping adoring smooch.  Finally, with a soft gasp and a blush upon her cheeks, Jungle Babe sank back onto her buxom haunches and regarded the site of her kiss in horror.  A clear red lip-print had been left, completely encircling the dripping glans of the Direktor’s gigantic, heroine-womb-impregnating penis.  Jungle Babe licked her lips, staring at it, her gaze wavering.  Then, with a tortured moan, she shot forward.  Wrapping her lips around him, she began worshipfully and noisily to suck his cock.

“Thank you, my dear,” the Direktor purred, as loud slurps echoed up from the gorgeous blonde noggin bobbing just below his waist.  “But with that sound, I think we have heard all we ever need to from your lips.  Girls!  Gag her, chain her, and prepare her to be taken away and sold.”

Jungle Babe’s gorgeous lips drew back, and she gasped in disbelief to learn her fate.  But behind her, three athletic co-eds waited, ready and sneering.  “With pleasure,” one purred.  With eager leers, the three co-eds jerked Jungle Babe to her feet.

“No!” Jungle Babe moaned.  Even wobbling back and forth, naked, held firm by the three sneering co-eds, she could not tear her eyes away from the Direktor’s cock.  “Please!” she begged, on camera.  “Let me suck it!  J-just a little while longer!  I’ll do anything!”

“Then, shut up!” one of the co-eds cackled cruelly, and reaching around, slammed a soporific-laden pad onto her face.  Jungle Babe’s eyes went wide.  It wasn’t enough to knock her out, but in moments her vision blurred, and her resistance slackened.  Even as she struggled and whimpered, a collar was fitted around her slender throat, a chain extending down from it to tickle teasingly against the supple wiggling curves of her once-mighty captured body.  The rag was forced in between her full cock-sucking lips and sealed in with another, tied behind her head. 

“C’mon heroine,” another co-ed said and, smiling evilly, swung her hand down and delivered a sharp, painful swat onto her well-rounded and helpless right buttock.  “Get!”

Jungle Babe whimpered.  Then, hanging her head in shame, she obeyed.  By the chain around her neck she allowed the snickering co-eds to lead her away into a dense stand of foliage, to be bound and wait patiently for sale.  The Direktor waited, idly stroking his long cock and savoring the moment.  Soon, his four beauties came back and stood before their Direktor smiling with pride.

“Oh, my goodness,” one glorious blonde said, taking off her pith helmet and wiping her brow.  “That was a lot of work!”

“I’ll say,” another said, a luscious beauty of half Chinese and half European descent.  Squirming before him, her eyes briefly darted down to his cock, then back to his face.

“Could… could we maybe go swimming?” the camera girl asked.  Camera parked on her shoulder, she used her free hand to point out towards the inviting crystal pool.  Her own luscious hips, clad in only the tiniest of short-shorts, wiggled slightly with eager anticipation.

“Yes,” the large-breasted blonde sighed.  Folding her hands behind her own voluptuous, scantily-clad hips, she batted her eyelashes.  “I think we could all use a bath.  Couldn’t we, girls?”

Biting their lips, the other two beauties nodded.

The Direktor smirked, letting his eyes sweep over them.  There was still more than enough aphrodisiac lurking in the pool to bring a dozen super-heroines crawling out, begging to suck his dick.  If he let the horny co-eds wade in he knew without a doubt that they would be fucking him all night.  His eyes traced over their tiny shorts.  One girl was tracing the crotch of hers in anticipation.  Another – the one with the largest tits – had already unzipped her fly a fraction of an inch, exposing just a hint of skimpy hot pink panty.  Her delicate fingers trembled slightly, waiting only for his word of approval to complete the descent and peel her tiny shorts down.

But before he could agree or disagree, a beeping sound suddenly started coming from the hidden knapsack in which the remaining pussy-moistening juice had been stashed.  Gasping, the Direktor promptly whirled from the horny young beauties, who gasped in quiet but undeniable disappointment to be so easily spurned.  He dove down, reached inside, and drew back out a large tablet.  Upon it, an alarm was flashing.  Swiping it open, he studied what appeared with wide eyes.  Then, his lips slowly twisted back into an even larger smirk.

“Sorry, young ladies,” he said, in his characteristic German accent.  “Your bath will have to wait for just a bit.  I am afraid a new target approaches.  To your positions!”

Gasping and blushing with shattered anticipation of sex – minds still filled with the positions they really wanted to try with him -  the young beauties nevertheless obeyed his commands without question.  Diving down, soon all had vanished back into their concealing blind.  Though slightly disturbed by Jungle Babe’s thrashing passage, much of the foliage had bounced back in the wake of her magnificent ass and with a slight re-positioning they remained well concealed.

For a little over a minute, the scene around the crystal blue pond was as if nothing had ever happened.  Soft breezes caused the ferns and the suspiciously vagina-shaped flowers to flutter, their images reflected perfectly in the still sapphire surface.  Birds tweeted.  In the distance, occasionally, came the hoot of a monkey.

Then, on the far side of the pond, brush began to stir.  Slowly, silently, Sara Croft emerged.  Her buxom hips rolling, the mighty heroine slowly walked down to the edge of the water.  Putting one hand upon her hip, she stared at the still and inviting surface for several seconds.  Then, slowly, a broad smile spread across her full, luscious red lips.

“Finally!” the busty British beauty purred.  “I’ve been needing this for ages.”  And, as her buxom hips wiggled with anticipation inside her tiny shorts, the mighty adventuress reached down to her flat and fertile belly, and began to unzip her fly.

“That’s it girls,” the Direktor cooed softly, as his pretty assistants, attentive to their work, slowly zoomed in on the unsuspecting heroine’s slowly descending zipper.  “Good job.” 

The crew was arranged almost identically to how they’d filmed Jungle Babe.  With one exception.  The Direktor was now handling his own mike.  That was because, having won the quick rock-paper-scissors game to be first, the busty girl who’d handled it before was now busily shuttling her luscious drooling lips up and down the Direktor’s enormous, appreciatively-twitching cock.  The other girls did their studious best to perform their duties while, squirming in anticipation in their tiny shorts and straining half-unbottoned tops, they eagerly awaited their turns at what was now the most prized position on the crew.  Meanwhile, upon the screen of the camera, the oblivious buxom heroine wiggled with pleasure and slowly peeled her own shorts wide apart.

Smirking, the Direktor raised his microphone back to his lips and prepared to start anew.

“Behold,” his voice husked, as the first teasing hint of a hot pink satin thong glinted upon the screen from underneath Sara Kroft’s slowly unpeeling shorts.  Holding the mike with one hand, he put another gently upon the back of the beautiful co-ed’s head, as it bobbed worshipfully up and down in his lap.  “The wild super-heroine.  On the outside, a tough display of guns, grit, and pride.  But as she peels away her shorts, a new reality emerges…”

Across the pond, wiggling and oblivious that she was being filmed in glorious HD, Sara Croft bent low and slowly pulled her tiny shorts all the way to the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUMMARY:  A nature documentary crew secretly films a nude Jungle Babe bathing and playing with herself in a hidden jungle pond.  When she eventually spots them Jungle Babe attacks, sweeping aside the assistants to bear down upon Herr Direktor.  But when he reveals his large penis, horny Jungle Babe suddenly cannot resist.  She pins him to the ground and begins humping herself on his cock.  His assistants eventually recover and, seizing the humping heroine from behind, take her prisoner in mid-coitus.  She squeals but is unable to resist.  After finishing in her, the Direktor reveals to Jungle Babe that they added a powerful aphrodisiac to the water to make her too horny to resist.  Jungle Babe is led away to be sold.  His assistants, all pretty young women, then squirm and ask if they can be allowed to bathe too… in the waters still swirling with aphrodisiac.  But before he can make a decision, an alarm beeps.  They resume their places and return to hiding just before Sara Croft emerges from the jungle and, at the sight of the pool and unaware she too is on camera, smiles with pleasure, and starts unzipping her fly.